Chapter 6

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Author's Note: Here's another lemony chapter. Be forewarned. As always, please review. It motivates me.

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Lem didn't go far, not after what had happened the last time. Mostly he stood on the sidewalk outside the hotel and paced, his mind racing. He wanted very much to forgive Chuck, but how did he know what had really occurred that night? It seemed to be common knowledge that Chuck was a bit of a...well, he had a history of being easy, to say the least.

Still, a relationship was built on trust. If Chuck said he hadn't been unfaithful, shouldn't he be given the benefit of the doubt?

It was with this thought that Lem finally realized he would have to make a decision – to trust his partner or not. With his path cleared, and a fresh bounce to his step, he walked back towards their home-of-the-moment.

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Chuck didn't know how long Lem would be gone. It was afternoon, and with the sun out and a near promise from Lem to be back soon, he didn't feel the need to chase after him like last time. The television did little to help him. He tried reading the paper, but that didn't help. Even the comic strips, his favorite part, seemed pale and dull. He sat for a few minutes, then decided to take a shower to calm down. His persistence did seem to be paying off.

While he rinsed off, he tried to keep his anxiety to a minimum. He let the water cascade over his head, the heat helping his poor muscles to relax as he reviewed the day. He almost regretted the birds now because he didn't know if they'd be able to make the return journey home.

With a start, he saw that Earth was no longer his home. When he had begun the transition, he didn't know, but now the only home he had was Lem's. He didn't know what he would do if- but he refused to let himself have that thought. Lem would forgive him.

As he thought this, the door to the bathroom opened. "Chuck?"

"Lem?" He pulled back the curtain far enough to see that Lem was there, just an arms breadth away. "I'm sorry, I just needed..."

Before his eyes, Lem removed his shirt and took his hand. "I trust you," he said firmly, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."

Chuck's heart swelled as he squeezed the green hand in his. "Thank you," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with tears. He pulled Lem into the shower with him, embracing him warmly.

"I love you," Lem said. He ran his hand lovingly over Chuck's wet chest, his other arm wrapping around the slim waist.

Chuck kissed him deeply, his ardor rising as he felt the smaller man responding to his advances. He lifted Lem up, wrapping the green legs around his waist and twisting so that they water was hitting both of them. The slick water wasn't enough to accomplish what Chuck truly wanted, but he thrust his shaft against Lem's, causing the younger man to groan and tighten his legs. "I love you too," Chuck murmured against his neck. They stood under the hot water for a time, kissing and stroking. Then Chuck stepped out of the shower and gently toweled Lem down, leading him to the bedroom. "Let me show you," he said, breathless.

The bed was soft beneath them, and Chuck fetched a bottle of lubricant out of the night stand. But instead of using it on Lem, he handed it to him. "Please...use it on me," he asked.

Lem took the bottle, filled with trepidation. "But I don't know-"

"I trust you too,"Chuck interrupted. He lay down and pulled Lem on top of him.

Lem tried to mimic what Chuck had done to him so long ago, his hands gentle. He warmed the lubricant on his fingers and smoothed it over Chuck's tight opening, then pushed in one finger. He was surprised by how tight Chuck was.

Chuck groaned and tried to relax. His manhood twitched and grew, his toes curling. With a stoke of inspiration, he smeared the lube on his hand and moved it over Chuck's cock, marveling at how Chuck reacted, arching and moaning.

Lem gently eased in another finger and another. Chuck, far from feeling any discomfort, was urging Lem onward. Lem braced himself and pushed his aching shaft inside the Chuck's hot entrance, and the two of them clung together desperately.

After Lem was sure that Chuck was feeling no discomfort, he sped his pace, his hips slapping against the backs of Chuck's thighs. He was lost in the heat and pressure, his head spinning. Because of the differences in their heights, he found he could bend a bit and engulf Chuck in his mouth. The added stimulus caused Chuck to come faster than he expected, and he thrust frantically against Lem, moaning gutturally as he emptied himself into the welcoming lips. Lem wasn't far behind, gripping Chuck's thigh muscles as he climaxed.

Lem crawled into Chuck's embrace, sweat cooling on his skin. "That was wonderful," he said, kissing Chuck's brow.

"I know," Chuck said breathlessly. He looked deeply into the emerald eyes before him. "I'll never love anyone else, as long as I live."

Lem flushed. "Me too." He snuggled into the big, peach arms and felt himself drifting into a peaceful sleep, the first he'd had in several weeks.

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TBC